Did this guy think that he was going to be executed?
Qin Jing looked at Wen Cai, who was being dragged out like a dead dog, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Uncle Nine had already turned his face away, unable to bear to see the scene.
It was too embarrassing!
"Hmm? Why are you here?" Wen Cai, who had been dragged out of the door, suddenly realized that there was no movement on his body. He looked up and saw Qin Jing staring at him in a daze. The crying in his mouth suddenly stopped and he asked in confusion.
He saw an acquaintance.
"Just like you, I was caught.”Qin Jing looked at the sky speechlessly and turned around.
He really didn't want to see Wen Cai's face.
Before you speak, at least wipe the black sticky mixture under your nose and bring it to your mouth.
"You were caught too!" Wen Cai suddenly stood up, his tone seemed to be quite excited.
Was he crazy?
Qin Jing cast a glance at Happy's literary talent, and he did not respond.
"The time for catching up is over. It's time to go!”The major mounted his horse.
The soldier let go of Wen Cai's hand and stood behind him, chasing everyone away.
The journey was not very bitter.
They rested when they should rest and ate when they should eat. Qin Jing and Wen Cai were just like the other soldiers. No one treated them as criminals.
But…
"Why am I the only one tied up?”After walking a distance, Ninth Uncle finally couldn't help but turn to ask the soldier beside him.
The soldier glanced at him."What do you want then?”
"Let me go." Ninth Uncle suggested.
"This won't do!" The soldier refused without hesitation.
"Then tie them up too." Ninth Uncle suggested again.
"…" The
soldier didn't want to talk anymore.
A
dusty country road, yellow weeds on both sides, and a continuous green mountain in the distance.
A few hours later, Qin Jing and his group had already left Qingshan Town.
"Qin Jing, why did they capture us?”On the way, the bored Wen Cai asked.
It was as if she knew that she didn't have to die, so she didn't cry anymore, which saved Qin Jing a lot of trouble.
Wen Cai trusted Qin Jing very much and approved of Qin Jing's strength. He felt that since Qin Jing was here, even if he was captured, it shouldn't be something like being shot to death. Otherwise, Qin Jing would have run away long ago.
That was why he was at ease.
"We'll know when we get there." Qin Jing looked around and replied casually.
It was Qin Jing's first time in this place, and he was unfamiliar with the environment. He paid attention to the direction he was walking in.
"Qin Jing, will they kill us?”Wen Cai asked again.
"We will kill them, but not us.”Qin Jing retracted his gaze and gave him a sideways glance.
"Ah, it can't be." Wen Cai's expression changed."Really? Don't scare me!"
"Really, you're dead."
Qin Jing casually lied.
"No way!" Looking at Qin Jing's terrifyingly calm expression, Wen Cai was suddenly not so sure. He was not so sure if he would really not die.
"We'd better run," Wen Cai suggested softly.
The sound of a gun being loaded rang out behind Wen Cai.
"Uh, I was just joking." Cold sweat trickled down Wen Cai's face as he turned around and explained.
The
next day, close to noon.
The group finally arrived at their destination.
Marshal Manor.
In the living room.
A middle-aged man who looked 70% similar to Ah Wei was sitting in front of a round table, waiting for the chef to arrive.
His biggest feature was his thick, dark, and curved beard. Because of the beard, his appearance was a little different from Ah Wei's. If he shaved off his beard, they should be eighty to ninety percent similar, looking like father and son.
However, his imposing aura was much more outstanding than Ah Wei's.
This person was the current Northern Warlord, Cao Zheng. He had come to Guangdong in the south and was the overlord of Guangdong. His power was extremely arrogant.
However, that was in the past. Ever since his wife had a baby and he was about to become a father, he had restrained himself a lot.
Although he actually had a cheap son, he was still a father, so his relationship with him was so-so. As long as he could pass.
Ah Wei, his son.
More than twenty years ago, when he was drunk, he…His mother had ridden it, but in the end, she accidentally produced a seed. At first, she didn't know that it was hers. Who asked her to go back and take a look a few years ago? It actually looked exactly like her.
This was great!
He quickly grew his beard. Ah Wei's father was his younger brother. If his younger brother found out that he had slept with his sister-in-law, he would be scolded to death by his father! (Actually, his younger brother already knew.)
His younger brother was not his biological son. He was born by his second aunt, so their relationship had never been very good. However, he couldn't do anything about his father's concern.
Of course, there was no need to worry now. His father had died a few days ago.
With no one pressing down on her head, she was extremely happy.
His father was over 60 years old. Logically speaking, he should not have died so early.
However, who asked him to go out hunting for no reason? It was just a few days ago.
They went to the nearest Daqing Mountain, but before they could go up the mountain, they fell ill on the way. It seemed to be rabies and biting people.
He was sent back for emergency treatment, but he couldn't be saved and died not long after.
Actually, if he died, so be it. The key was to say his last words before he died. Give it back to him. His mother scratched him, but the wound did not heal. It was itchy and numb.
The marshal scratched his neck, revealing a piece of rotting skin.
"Hmm? It grew again so quickly?"
He scratched twice and removed a piece of skin tissue. The commander looked at his long nails and felt a little depressed.
"Someone come!"
"Coming, marshal!" The soldier beside him quickly walked over and handed over the brick in his hand.
There were ten holes on the brick.
The marshal inserted both of his hands into the holes and began to insert them with all his might. He used the drill and nails to rub them. Swish! It made a squeaking sound.
"Huff huff ~~ This feels so good, so good!”
The marshal rubbed his hands while his entire body trembled, as if he was doing something extremely comfortable.
He looked like a zombie stabbing people with its nails.
"Marshal, I've brought the person you want to catch!”
Just as the commander was busy digging his fingernails, a soldier rushed in.
"They're here. That's great. Let them in.”
The marshal pulled his hand out comfortably, looked at his nails, and patted them twice. The soldier in front of him tactfully took the drill and retreated, ready at any time.
Actually, what Ah Wei meant was to lock him up in prison, not give him food to eat, and torture him for a few days. However, after knowing that one of the people Ah Wei wanted to capture was Im Ching-Ying, the marshal gave up on that idea.
He was an old friend. How could he entertain him so easily?
He would treat his wife to a meal first, then drag her out to let him know that the woman he loved the most in the past had already given birth to his child. He would show off first and deal a blow to him.
Finally, he would be dragged out and executed. That was the right thing to do!
It was a pity that Ah Wei had left too quickly. Otherwise, he would definitely be very happy to see him shoot them to death.
Thinking of how Ah Wei had only been here for a few hours and couldn't wait to run away (actually, his face was full of fear), the commander felt a little pity.
After all, they were a family. He grinded his nails while he grinded his teeth. He carried a drill with him while he carried a short blade with him. It seemed that he had a hereditary disease. He had to go to the provincial capital to have a look in a few days.
This was an illness that needed to be treated.
PS
: Those in the group, please help me enter Qzone and give the latest repost a Like. If you get 60 Likes, Sun Qiaolan will get a free cake to distribute (a cake costs tens of yuan, she's promoting it). You have to know that I'm very poor and can't afford such a high-class cake.
She had set so many numbers, which obviously stumped most people. It would be difficult for others to collect so many likes, but I have you guys. I believe it won't be a matter of seconds. Brothers, help me!
There were only Monday and Tuesday, two days. It was a little urgent. Don't be late!
I have cake to eat, I promise to add more to it! The group number is in the chapter table of contents. As for adding me on QQ, look at the [Author] in the [Work Information]. That's my number. Did this guy think that he was going to be executed?
Qin Jing looked at Wen Cai, who was being dragged out like a dead dog, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Uncle Nine had already turned his face away, unable to bear to see the scene.
It was too embarrassing!
"Hmm? Why are you here?" Wen Cai, who had been dragged out of the door, suddenly realized that there was no movement on his body. He looked up and saw Qin Jing staring at him in a daze. The crying in his mouth suddenly stopped and he asked in confusion.
He saw an acquaintance.
"Just like you, I was caught.”Qin Jing looked at the sky speechlessly and turned around.
He really didn't want to see Wen Cai's face.
Before you speak, at least wipe the black sticky mixture under your nose and bring it to your mouth.
"You were caught too!" Wen Cai suddenly stood up, his tone seemed to be quite excited.
Was he crazy?
Qin Jing cast a glance at Happy's literary talent, and he did not respond.
"The time for catching up is over. It's time to go!”The major mounted his horse.
The soldier let go of Wen Cai's hand and stood behind him, chasing everyone away.
The journey was not very bitter.
They rested when they should rest and ate when they should eat. Qin Jing and Wen Cai were just like the other soldiers. No one treated them as criminals.
But…
"Why am I the only one tied up?”After walking a distance, Ninth Uncle finally couldn't help but turn to ask the soldier beside him.
The soldier glanced at him."What do you want then?”
"Let me go." Ninth Uncle suggested.
"This won't do!" The soldier refused without hesitation.
"Then tie them up too." Ninth Uncle suggested again.
"…" The
soldier didn't want to talk anymore.
A
dusty country road, yellow weeds on both sides, and a continuous green mountain in the distance.
A few hours later, Qin Jing and his group had already left Qingshan Town.
"Qin Jing, why did they capture us?”On the way, the bored Wen Cai asked.
It was as if she knew that she didn't have to die, so she didn't cry anymore, which saved Qin Jing a lot of trouble.
Wen Cai trusted Qin Jing very much and approved of Qin Jing's strength. He felt that since Qin Jing was here, even if he was captured, it shouldn't be something like being shot to death. Otherwise, Qin Jing would have run away long ago.
That was why he was at ease.
"We'll know when we get there." Qin Jing looked around and replied casually.
It was Qin Jing's first time in this place, and he was unfamiliar with the environment. He paid attention to the direction he was walking in.
"Qin Jing, will they kill us?”Wen Cai asked again.
"We will kill them, but not us.”Qin Jing retracted his gaze and gave him a sideways glance.
"Ah, it can't be." Wen Cai's expression changed."Really? Don't scare me!"
"Really, you're dead."
Qin Jing casually lied.
"No way!" Looking at Qin Jing's terrifyingly calm expression, Wen Cai was suddenly not so sure. He was not so sure if he would really not die.
"We'd better run," Wen Cai suggested softly.
The sound of a gun being loaded rang out behind Wen Cai.
"Uh, I was just joking." Cold sweat trickled down Wen Cai's face as he turned around and explained.
The
next day, close to noon.
The group finally arrived at their destination.
Marshal Manor.
In the living room.
A middle-aged man who looked 70% similar to Ah Wei was sitting in front of a round table, waiting for the chef to arrive.
His biggest feature was his thick, dark, and curved beard. Because of the beard, his appearance was a little different from Ah Wei's. If he shaved off his beard, they should be eighty to ninety percent similar, looking like father and son.
However, his imposing aura was much more outstanding than Ah Wei's.
This person was the current Northern Warlord, Cao Zheng. He had come to Guangdong in the south and was the overlord of Guangdong. His power was extremely arrogant.
However, that was in the past. Ever since his wife had a baby and he was about to become a father, he had restrained himself a lot.
Although he actually had a cheap son, he was still a father, so his relationship with him was so-so. As long as he could pass.
Ah Wei, his son.
More than twenty years ago, when he was drunk, he…His mother had ridden it, but in the end, she accidentally produced a seed. At first, she didn't know that it was hers. Who asked her to go back and take a look a few years ago? It actually looked exactly like her.
This was great!
He quickly grew his beard. Ah Wei's father was his younger brother. If his younger brother found out that he had slept with his sister-in-law, he would be scolded to death by his father! (Actually, his younger brother already knew.)
His younger brother was not his biological son. He was born by his second aunt, so their relationship had never been very good. However, he couldn't do anything about his father's concern.
Of course, there was no need to worry now. His father had died a few days ago.
With no one pressing down on her head, she was extremely happy.
His father was over 60 years old. Logically speaking, he should not have died so early.
However, who asked him to go out hunting for no reason? It was just a few days ago.
They went to the nearest Daqing Mountain, but before they could go up the mountain, they fell ill on the way. It seemed to be rabies and biting people.
He was sent back for emergency treatment, but he couldn't be saved and died not long after.
Actually, if he died, so be it. The key was to say his last words before he died. Give it back to him. His mother scratched him, but the wound did not heal. It was itchy and numb.
The marshal scratched his neck, revealing a piece of rotting skin.
"Hmm? It grew again so quickly?"
He scratched twice and removed a piece of skin tissue. The commander looked at his long nails and felt a little depressed.
"Someone come!"
"Coming, marshal!" The soldier beside him quickly walked over and handed over the brick in his hand.
There were ten holes on the brick.
The marshal inserted both of his hands into the holes and began to insert them with all his might. He used the drill and nails to rub them. Swish! It made a squeaking sound.
"Huff huff ~~ This feels so good, so good!”
The marshal rubbed his hands while his entire body trembled, as if he was doing something extremely comfortable.
He looked like a zombie stabbing people with its nails.
"Marshal, I've brought the person you want to catch!”
Just as the commander was busy digging his fingernails, a soldier rushed in.
"They're here. That's great. Let them in.”
The marshal pulled his hand out comfortably, looked at his nails, and patted them twice. The soldier in front of him tactfully took the drill and retreated, ready at any time.
Actually, what Ah Wei meant was to lock him up in prison, not give him food to eat, and torture him for a few days. However, after knowing that one of the people Ah Wei wanted to capture was Im Ching-Ying, the marshal gave up on that idea.
He was an old friend. How could he entertain him so easily?
He would treat his wife to a meal first, then drag her out to let him know that the woman he loved the most in the past had already given birth to his child. He would show off first and deal a blow to him.
Finally, he would be dragged out and executed. That was the right thing to do!
It was a pity that Ah Wei had left too quickly. Otherwise, he would definitely be very happy to see him shoot them to death.
Thinking of how Ah Wei had only been here for a few hours and couldn't wait to run away (actually, his face was full of fear), the commander felt a little pity.
After all, they were a family. He grinded his nails while he grinded his teeth. He carried a drill with him while he carried a short blade with him. It seemed that he had a hereditary disease. He had to go to the provincial capital to have a look in a few days.
This was an illness that needed to be treated.
PS
: Those in the group, please help me enter Qzone and give the latest repost a Like. If you get 60 Likes, Sun Qiaolan will get a free cake to distribute (a cake costs tens of yuan, she's promoting it). You have to know that I'm very poor and can't afford such a high-class cake.
She had set so many numbers, which obviously stumped most people. It would be difficult for others to collect so many likes, but I have you guys. I believe it won't be a matter of seconds. Brothers, help me!
There were only Monday and Tuesday, two days. It was a little urgent. Don't be late!
I have cake to eat, I promise to add more to it! The group number is in the chapter table of contents. As for adding me on QQ, look at the [Author] in the [Work Information]. That's my number. Did this guy think that he was going to be executed?
Qin Jing looked at Wen Cai, who was being dragged out like a dead dog, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Uncle Nine had already turned his face away, unable to bear to see the scene.
It was too embarrassing!
"Hmm? Why are you here?" Wen Cai, who had been dragged out of the door, suddenly realized that there was no movement on his body. He looked up and saw Qin Jing staring at him in a daze. The crying in his mouth suddenly stopped and he asked in confusion.
He saw an acquaintance.
"Just like you, I was caught.”Qin Jing looked at the sky speechlessly and turned around.
He really didn't want to see Wen Cai's face.
Before you speak, at least wipe the black sticky mixture under your nose and bring it to your mouth.
"You were caught too!" Wen Cai suddenly stood up, his tone seemed to be quite excited.
Was he crazy?
Qin Jing cast a glance at Happy's literary talent, and he did not respond.
"The time for catching up is over. It's time to go!”The major mounted his horse.
The soldier let go of Wen Cai's hand and stood behind him, chasing everyone away.
The journey was not very bitter.
They rested when they should rest and ate when they should eat. Qin Jing and Wen Cai were just like the other soldiers. No one treated them as criminals.
But…
"Why am I the only one tied up?”After walking a distance, Ninth Uncle finally couldn't help but turn to ask the soldier beside him.
The soldier glanced at him."What do you want then?”
"Let me go." Ninth Uncle suggested.
"This won't do!" The soldier refused without hesitation.
"Then tie them up too." Ninth Uncle suggested again.
"…" The
soldier didn't want to talk anymore.
A
dusty country road, yellow weeds on both sides, and a continuous green mountain in the distance.
A few hours later, Qin Jing and his group had already left Qingshan Town.
"Qin Jing, why did they capture us?”On the way, the bored Wen Cai asked.
It was as if she knew that she didn't have to die, so she didn't cry anymore, which saved Qin Jing a lot of trouble.
Wen Cai trusted Qin Jing very much and approved of Qin Jing's strength. He felt that since Qin Jing was here, even if he was captured, it shouldn't be something like being shot to death. Otherwise, Qin Jing would have run away long ago.
That was why he was at ease.
"We'll know when we get there." Qin Jing looked around and replied casually.
It was Qin Jing's first time in this place, and he was unfamiliar with the environment. He paid attention to the direction he was walking in.
"Qin Jing, will they kill us?”Wen Cai asked again.
"We will kill them, but not us.”Qin Jing retracted his gaze and gave him a sideways glance.
"Ah, it can't be." Wen Cai's expression changed."Really? Don't scare me!"
"Really, you're dead."
Qin Jing casually lied.
"No way!" Looking at Qin Jing's terrifyingly calm expression, Wen Cai was suddenly not so sure. He was not so sure if he would really not die.
"We'd better run," Wen Cai suggested softly.
The sound of a gun being loaded rang out behind Wen Cai.
"Uh, I was just joking." Cold sweat trickled down Wen Cai's face as he turned around and explained.
The
next day, close to noon.
The group finally arrived at their destination.
Marshal Manor.
In the living room.
A middle-aged man who looked 70% similar to Ah Wei was sitting in front of a round table, waiting for the chef to arrive.
His biggest feature was his thick, dark, and curved beard. Because of the beard, his appearance was a little different from Ah Wei's. If he shaved off his beard, they should be eighty to ninety percent similar, looking like father and son.
However, his imposing aura was much more outstanding than Ah Wei's.
This person was the current Northern Warlord, Cao Zheng. He had come to Guangdong in the south and was the overlord of Guangdong. His power was extremely arrogant.
However, that was in the past. Ever since his wife had a baby and he was about to become a father, he had restrained himself a lot.
Although he actually had a cheap son, he was still a father, so his relationship with him was so-so. As long as he could pass.
Ah Wei, his son.
More than twenty years ago, when he was drunk, he…His mother had ridden it, but in the end, she accidentally produced a seed. At first, she didn't know that it was hers. Who asked her to go back and take a look a few years ago? It actually looked exactly like her.
This was great!
He quickly grew his beard. Ah Wei's father was his younger brother. If his younger brother found out that he had slept with his sister-in-law, he would be scolded to death by his father! (Actually, his younger brother already knew.)
His younger brother was not his biological son. He was born by his second aunt, so their relationship had never been very good. However, he couldn't do anything about his father's concern.
Of course, there was no need to worry now. His father had died a few days ago.
With no one pressing down on her head, she was extremely happy.
His father was over 60 years old. Logically speaking, he should not have died so early.
However, who asked him to go out hunting for no reason? It was just a few days ago.
They went to the nearest Daqing Mountain, but before they could go up the mountain, they fell ill on the way. It seemed to be rabies and biting people.
He was sent back for emergency treatment, but he couldn't be saved and died not long after.
Actually, if he died, so be it. The key was to say his last words before he died. Give it back to him. His mother scratched him, but the wound did not heal. It was itchy and numb.
The marshal scratched his neck, revealing a piece of rotting skin.
"Hmm? It grew again so quickly?"
He scratched twice and removed a piece of skin tissue. The commander looked at his long nails and felt a little depressed.
"Someone come!"
"Coming, marshal!" The soldier beside him quickly walked over and handed over the brick in his hand.
There were ten holes on the brick.
The marshal inserted both of his hands into the holes and began to insert them with all his might. He used the drill and nails to rub them. Swish! It made a squeaking sound.
"Huff huff ~~ This feels so good, so good!”
The marshal rubbed his hands while his entire body trembled, as if he was doing something extremely comfortable.
He looked like a zombie stabbing people with its nails.
"Marshal, I've brought the person you want to catch!”
Just as the commander was busy digging his fingernails, a soldier rushed in.
"They're here. That's great. Let them in.”
The marshal pulled his hand out comfortably, looked at his nails, and patted them twice. The soldier in front of him tactfully took the drill and retreated, ready at any time.
Actually, what Ah Wei meant was to lock him up in prison, not give him food to eat, and torture him for a few days. However, after knowing that one of the people Ah Wei wanted to capture was Im Ching-Ying, the marshal gave up on that idea.
He was an old friend. How could he entertain him so easily?
He would treat his wife to a meal first, then drag her out to let him know that the woman he loved the most in the past had already given birth to his child. He would show off first and deal a blow to him.
Finally, he would be dragged out and executed. That was the right thing to do!
It was a pity that Ah Wei had left too quickly. Otherwise, he would definitely be very happy to see him shoot them to death.
Thinking of how Ah Wei had only been here for a few hours and couldn't wait to run away (actually, his face was full of fear), the commander felt a little pity.
After all, they were a family. He grinded his nails while he grinded his teeth. He carried a drill with him while he carried a short blade with him. It seemed that he had a hereditary disease. He had to go to the provincial capital to have a look in a few days.
This was an illness that needed to be treated.
PS
: Those in the group, please help me enter Qzone and give the latest repost a Like. If you get 60 Likes, Sun Qiaolan will get a free cake to distribute (a cake costs tens of yuan, she's promoting it). You have to know that I'm very poor and can't afford such a high-class cake.
She had set so many numbers, which obviously stumped most people. It would be difficult for others to collect so many likes, but I have you guys. I believe it won't be a matter of seconds. Brothers, help me!
There were only Monday and Tuesday, two days. It was a little urgent. Don't be late!
I have cake to eat, I promise to add more to it! The group number is in the chapter table of contents. As for adding me on QQ, look at the [Author] in the [Work Information]. That's my number. Did this guy think that he was going to be executed?
Qin Jing looked at Wen Cai, who was being dragged out like a dead dog, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Uncle Nine had already turned his face away, unable to bear to see the scene.
It was too embarrassing!
"Hmm? Why are you here?" Wen Cai, who had been dragged out of the door, suddenly realized that there was no movement on his body. He looked up and saw Qin Jing staring at him in a daze. The crying in his mouth suddenly stopped and he asked in confusion.
He saw an acquaintance.
"Just like you, I was caught.”Qin Jing looked at the sky speechlessly and turned around.
He really didn't want to see Wen Cai's face.
Before you speak, at least wipe the black sticky mixture under your nose and bring it to your mouth.
"You were caught too!" Wen Cai suddenly stood up, his tone seemed to be quite excited.
Was he crazy?
Qin Jing cast a glance at Happy's literary talent, and he did not respond.
"The time for catching up is over. It's time to go!”The major mounted his horse.
The soldier let go of Wen Cai's hand and stood behind him, chasing everyone away.
The journey was not very bitter.
They rested when they should rest and ate when they should eat. Qin Jing and Wen Cai were just like the other soldiers. No one treated them as criminals.
But…
"Why am I the only one tied up?”After walking a distance, Ninth Uncle finally couldn't help but turn to ask the soldier beside him.
The soldier glanced at him."What do you want then?”
"Let me go." Ninth Uncle suggested.
"This won't do!" The soldier refused without hesitation.
"Then tie them up too." Ninth Uncle suggested again.
"…" The
soldier didn't want to talk anymore.
A
dusty country road, yellow weeds on both sides, and a continuous green mountain in the distance.
A few hours later, Qin Jing and his group had already left Qingshan Town.
"Qin Jing, why did they capture us?”On the way, the bored Wen Cai asked.
It was as if she knew that she didn't have to die, so she didn't cry anymore, which saved Qin Jing a lot of trouble.
Wen Cai trusted Qin Jing very much and approved of Qin Jing's strength. He felt that since Qin Jing was here, even if he was captured, it shouldn't be something like being shot to death. Otherwise, Qin Jing would have run away long ago.
That was why he was at ease.
"We'll know when we get there." Qin Jing looked around and replied casually.
It was Qin Jing's first time in this place, and he was unfamiliar with the environment. He paid attention to the direction he was walking in.
"Qin Jing, will they kill us?”Wen Cai asked again.
"We will kill them, but not us.”Qin Jing retracted his gaze and gave him a sideways glance.
"Ah, it can't be." Wen Cai's expression changed."Really? Don't scare me!"
"Really, you're dead."
Qin Jing casually lied.
"No way!" Looking at Qin Jing's terrifyingly calm expression, Wen Cai was suddenly not so sure. He was not so sure if he would really not die.
"We'd better run," Wen Cai suggested softly.
The sound of a gun being loaded rang out behind Wen Cai.
"Uh, I was just joking." Cold sweat trickled down Wen Cai's face as he turned around and explained.
The
next day, close to noon.
The group finally arrived at their destination.
Marshal Manor.
In the living room.
A middle-aged man who looked 70% similar to Ah Wei was sitting in front of a round table, waiting for the chef to arrive.
His biggest feature was his thick, dark, and curved beard. Because of the beard, his appearance was a little different from Ah Wei's. If he shaved off his beard, they should be eighty to ninety percent similar, looking like father and son.
However, his imposing aura was much more outstanding than Ah Wei's.
This person was the current Northern Warlord, Cao Zheng. He had come to Guangdong in the south and was the overlord of Guangdong. His power was extremely arrogant.
However, that was in the past. Ever since his wife had a baby and he was about to become a father, he had restrained himself a lot.
Although he actually had a cheap son, he was still a father, so his relationship with him was so-so. As long as he could pass.
Ah Wei, his son.
More than twenty years ago, when he was drunk, he…His mother had ridden it, but in the end, she accidentally produced a seed. At first, she didn't know that it was hers. Who asked her to go back and take a look a few years ago? It actually looked exactly like her.
This was great!
He quickly grew his beard. Ah Wei's father was his younger brother. If his younger brother found out that he had slept with his sister-in-law, he would be scolded to death by his father! (Actually, his younger brother already knew.)
His younger brother was not his biological son. He was born by his second aunt, so their relationship had never been very good. However, he couldn't do anything about his father's concern.
Of course, there was no need to worry now. His father had died a few days ago.
With no one pressing down on her head, she was extremely happy.
His father was over 60 years old. Logically speaking, he should not have died so early.
However, who asked him to go out hunting for no reason? It was just a few days ago.
They went to the nearest Daqing Mountain, but before they could go up the mountain, they fell ill on the way. It seemed to be rabies and biting people.
He was sent back for emergency treatment, but he couldn't be saved and died not long after.
Actually, if he died, so be it. The key was to say his last words before he died. Give it back to him. His mother scratched him, but the wound did not heal. It was itchy and numb.
The marshal scratched his neck, revealing a piece of rotting skin.
"Hmm? It grew again so quickly?"
He scratched twice and removed a piece of skin tissue. The commander looked at his long nails and felt a little depressed.
"Someone come!"
"Coming, marshal!" The soldier beside him quickly walked over and handed over the brick in his hand.
There were ten holes on the brick.
The marshal inserted both of his hands into the holes and began to insert them with all his might. He used the drill and nails to rub them. Swish! It made a squeaking sound.
"Huff huff ~~ This feels so good, so good!”
The marshal rubbed his hands while his entire body trembled, as if he was doing something extremely comfortable.
He looked like a zombie stabbing people with its nails.
"Marshal, I've brought the person you want to catch!”
Just as the commander was busy digging his fingernails, a soldier rushed in.
"They're here. That's great. Let them in.”
The marshal pulled his hand out comfortably, looked at his nails, and patted them twice. The soldier in front of him tactfully took the drill and retreated, ready at any time.
Actually, what Ah Wei meant was to lock him up in prison, not give him food to eat, and torture him for a few days. However, after knowing that one of the people Ah Wei wanted to capture was Im Ching-Ying, the marshal gave up on that idea.
He was an old friend. How could he entertain him so easily?
He would treat his wife to a meal first, then drag her out to let him know that the woman he loved the most in the past had already given birth to his child. He would show off first and deal a blow to him.
Finally, he would be dragged out and executed. That was the right thing to do!
It was a pity that Ah Wei had left too quickly. Otherwise, he would definitely be very happy to see him shoot them to death.
Thinking of how Ah Wei had only been here for a few hours and couldn't wait to run away (actually, his face was full of fear), the commander felt a little pity.
After all, they were a family. He grinded his nails while he grinded his teeth. He carried a drill with him while he carried a short blade with him. It seemed that he had a hereditary disease. He had to go to the provincial capital to have a look in a few days.
This was an illness that needed to be treated.
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She had set so many numbers, which obviously stumped most people. It would be difficult for others to collect so many likes, but I have you guys. I believe it won't be a matter of seconds. Brothers, help me!
There were only Monday and Tuesday, two days. It was a little urgent. Don't be late!
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